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He nods lots.

"Why dey do dat?"

"...I have no idea."

She giggles.

"It looks silly, too."

He giggles.
"Do!"

There's a thoughtful pause.
"Hungwy."

"Me too. I'd really like a waffle."

She looks at Bar and sighs.

"But I think Bar has been crying, and all the food she gives out is salty. So I can't have good waffles from her right now."

DISTRESSED HAROLD!

"Bar twy?!"

"...Uh-huh."

Sadface for Bar.

"I gave her a hug, but it didn't help much."

Now Harold looks like he might cry.

"We help her?"

"I'd like to. How do you think we should, though? More hugs?"

He thinks.

"Hudgs dood." Nodnodnod.

"Me dwaw pictures for her! Maybe dat dood?"

"Sure!" She grins.

And walks over, and gives Bar a hug. It is an awkward hug, but that can be forgiven - it's hard to hug a Bar, after all. Though by now Matilda has some experience at the art.

Harold scrambles up on a barstool and tries to hug her too. And as an added measure he gives the bartop a quick kiss.

Then he gets out his crayon and thinks. Whaaat would be a good thing to draw for a bar..

He fiddles with the crayon and draws some dusks which begin to flap around and quack.

Matilda watches the ducks with awe and wonderment.

Then she takes out some origami paper and folds a quick crane. Appropriately enough, it happens to be purple. She sneakily deposits it on top of a duck.

These are very cranky ducks. Apparently they woke up on the wrong side of the lake.

The one with the crane flaps wildly until the paper flies off. He's about to attack the paper when Harold frowns and flaps him away.
"Bad duckie!"

He rescues the crane and pets it gently.

Then he draws some little purple people to feed the ducks.

Another giggle escapes the Tilda.

"Those are cute. How do you make them fly like that?"

She makes another crane and sets it in front of the people. It's blue with wavy white lines. Perhaps they will feed it.

Harold shrugs.

"Dunnno. Do."

The people are ARMED with the BREAD OF LIFE.
This however, is not enough to stop the big ducks! (compared to little purple people) from swarming them.
They flail and begin to throw bread frantically.
Then as the ducks begin to overwhelm them the little purple people run awwwwwwwwwwwway, slinging the left over bread over their shoulder.

Matilda watches the scene and grins.

Then she gets an idea - and the purple crane starts chasing the bread along with the ducks. She stares at it intently, a happy smile on her face.

The ducks quickly gobble up the bread and then turn towards the little purple people.

..little purple people taste like ~~waxy~~ bread?

The purple crane interposes itself between the purple people and the purple ducks.

It will rescue them from their terrible fate!

YAY for the purple crane!

The ducks stare at it and wonder if they should eat it.

It flaps its wings, somewhat awkwardly - this sort of crane isn't designed to do that. Then it hops up and down looking as inedible as posible.

hmmmm. These ducks would try almost anything. One of the braver ones leans forward and pecks at the crane - just once.

It tastes like paper. It also rustles and jumps a bit. Matilda, laughing, directs it to peck back, which it does somewhat clumsily.

The duck is NOT EXPECTING THIS.

He flaps his wings in a very irritatted fashion and backs up a few steps.

The crane jitters up and down. Triumphantly.

Matilda smirks.

Harold grins too.

The duck quacks uphappily.

The other ducks come up behind him and quack too.

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